The Fallen Star: A Wife's Betrayal

hey praised her for turning a horrific private moment into a public spectacle. The praise made my stomach churn, and a bi

nd her waist, pulling her close. She leaned into him, a silent gesture of solidarity that screame

auctioneer. Her voice, usually so calm a

yes locked on mine. "However, the rules have changed. The bi

letting the

s. A personal story from me about the deceased.

just an auction, it was a performance. My mother' s death

on the polished floor. She pressed the cold plas

d, her voice a venomous caress. "Do

"Ethan, you really shouldn't have spent all your money on that old guitar. Now you have no

dly. "Honor her? He can' t even afford to pay his compan

' s probably broke. Thi

been so consumed with my grief, with the guitar, that I hadn't seen th

, almost imperceptible shrug. He

trivial piece of gossip. "I might have pulled a few strings with s

eek, her touch c

ing," she purred.